K.i.l.l.a.s. Lyrics

Superstar J quit
And the one and only, Loaded Lux
Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)

Left the devil on the back roads
In search of heaven on the path home
In the raft got go, niggers wanna have my soul
Feeling like Django, right back in the rodeo
On these streets men bleed
They respect it or they test it
Aim for the weak
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me (killas with me)
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me (killas with me)
K-killas with me, killas with me, killas with me
You with them cowboys, I brought killas with me

We out here nigger, we out here nigger
We out here nigger, we out here nigger

You a cowboy I got killas I got animals and gorillas
I got silverbacks with them black macs and this trap rap no backpack
Petty thieves in my rat trap, never preyed on the weak
Last lay was on south beach and that bitch stay for a week
Before the white folk came guns got blown,
Bodies on the ground and the brains on the floor
Put the cash in the bag in the all black Jag
And the bag in the trunk, next to the pump - bang
Bu the sun would rang, I'm out here police know my name
Neighbors hate when I'm stepping out
Cause they already know what my weapon bout
And that's murder - we killers and all my killers got knowledge
And Loaded Lux is my teacher so middle finger to your college
And ace's clip is my preachers DC bought me dollars
And I name first son Harlem and my manager bought me commas
No drama, and I left

Left the devil on the back roads
In search of heaven on the path home
In the raft got go, niggers wanna have my soul
Feeling like Django, right back in the rodeo
On these streets men bleed
They respect it or they test it
Aim for the weak
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me (killas with me)
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me (killas with me)
K-killas with me, killas with me, killas with me
You with them cowboys, I brought killas with me

We out here nigger, we out here nigger
We out here nigger, we out here nigger

I've seen wise men come, I've seen wise men go
And in this violent lifestyle all they know
They'd die for all their dough
It's always a test the best gotta raise the rest
I pray that less, less is for the king of death
You saved you flesh you guessing your brain suggest
The game get shot nigger feel like a game of chess
You in a lyrical circle individual virtues
Get tested no question this feeling is personal
And really get hurtful when the killing concerns you You learn to when there's no one to turn to
Envision the verb, we're meant to be of a slaughter house
Slaughter all involved with the choice of doubt
Fought in '. to kill what it's all about
The bill was real you fake gotta call you out
The hardest out party bounce
To have all them out well food for thought what counts
Knowledge explained without pay
And I'm kangaroo with this K
Let them hold that Loaded Lux make'em pay
They owe that trilly Trel ring them bells
They know that flick it up with the fans
That's Kodak cause hell if I gotta go back

Left the devil on the back roads
In search of heaven on the path home
In the raft got go, niggers wanna have my soul
Feeling like Django, right back in the rodeo
On these streets men bleed
They respect it or they test it
Aim for the weak
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me (killas with me)
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me (killas with me)
K-killas with me, killas with me, killas with me
You with them cowboys, I brought killas with me

We out here nigger, we out here nigger
We out here nigger, we out here nigger

Cowboys and we killas we hunt, so we eat
Y'all bottle weight so y'all starve
Peasants don't mingle with gods
My body count a collage
9-11 my team
So you can either jump in this ring
Or get head get under my wing
Silencers with them beams
Loud cries and screams
Drug dealers and fiends
And every king need a queen
Me and my younger trilly Trel going bonkers
The monster from DC boy no comment
We conscious and we be hoppin' out the tauntest
Hear me know hile I owe nigger youngest
Harlem up in this motherf*cker I offer to offer the most
Awesome lyrics you lost in
Sales get enormous endorsements
From the draggest kicks Miguel at the concert
Niggers got to hold that
Loaded Lux make'em pay
They owe that trilly Trel ring them bells
They know that flick it up with the fans
That's Kodak cause hell if I gotta go back

Left the devil on the back roads
In search of heaven on the path home
In the raft got go, niggers wanna have my soul
Feeling like Django, right back in the rodeo
On these streets men bleed
They respect it or they test it
Aim for the weak
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me (killas with me)
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me (killas with me)
K-killas with me, killas with me, killas with me
You with them cowboys, I brought killas with me

We out here nigger, we out here nigger
We out here nigger, we out here nigger

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